Start to run, facing front.
I drew with numb fingers in the sky,
Lighting the blessings in your future.
Cut through, with those hands.
Can you hear this voice?
Embrace the ability to laugh honestly.
Now, start to run.

Even if only a little, my fingertips are dyed an adult color.
As if embarrassed, I softly hide them.
With your chin in your hands, in front of your field of vision,
A small flower bud was slowly swaying.

Start to run, facing front.
I drew with numb fingers in the sky,
Lighting the blessings in your future.
Cut through, with those hands.
Can you hear this voice?
Embrace the ability to laugh honestly.
Now, start to run.

Even though I am reluctant to think of how good the past was,
There are still feelings I want to recover.
My eyes fill with the me who pushes me from behind,
a vision piled on top of sprouting flower buds.

I will triumph over time, and someday again,
I want to be able to boast of that day long gone,
I will even carry a clock that runs backwards.
Cut through, with those hands.
Are you laughing? It's just like me,
To hold tightly to these feelings I can't let go.
Now, start to run.

Start to run, facing front.
I drew with numb fingers in the sky,
Lighting the blessings in your future.
Cut through, with those hands.
Can you hear this voice?
Embrace the ability to laugh honestly.
Now, start to run.

I will triumph over time, and someday again,
I want to be able to boast of that day long gone,
I will even carry a clock that runs backwards.
Cut through, with those hands.
Are you laughing? It's just like me,
To hold tightly to these feelings I can't let go.
Now, start to run.